Any time Tifa has thought about what she asked Nami to do, her stomach has dropped and she's felt so embarrassed she's been sure every person within 100 feet could feel it rolling off of her.
But she doesn't regret it. She's seen more and more people get caught in situations they didn't choose, so if she has to do this, she wants options that make her feel okay. And a strap-on means she's in control, that she doesn't even really have to touch if she doesn't want to.
It also...maybe means girls? Which...is a thing she's allowed to try? That makes her feel a whole other kind of fluttery and warm and self-conscious, but not one she wants to lean away from.
But being confronted with Nami calmly opening a box of things Tifa only vaguely knows the use of, she blushes so hot she can feel it radiating off her face. But Nami's being professional, and it helps she is new to this too, so Tifa's expression stays even and professional. She nods, buying herself a breath.
"Right. I appreciate you doing this."
Much better with Nami, here, on their terms than literally anything else.
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But she doesn't regret it. She's seen more and more people get caught in situations they didn't choose, so if she has to do this, she wants options that make her feel okay. And a strap-on means she's in control, that she doesn't even really have to touch if she doesn't want to.
It also...maybe means girls? Which...is a thing she's allowed to try? That makes her feel a whole other kind of fluttery and warm and self-conscious, but not one she wants to lean away from.
But being confronted with Nami calmly opening a box of things Tifa only vaguely knows the use of, she blushes so hot she can feel it radiating off her face. But Nami's being professional, and it helps she is new to this too, so Tifa's expression stays even and professional. She nods, buying herself a breath.
"Right. I appreciate you doing this."
Much better with Nami, here, on their terms than literally anything else.